Macbeth ein sturm wird kommen

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We march into foreign countries,
as if they belong to us
Millions of dead
won't bother us
We leave scorched earth behind,
destroy everything
And if something still stands,
then we'll come back
Soon we'll know
what revenge means
We keep killing,
Although everyone knows
A storm will come
Search and destroy,
is the order
We will destroy their villages,
Because every death counts
We love the smell
of napalm in the morning
Flying low we will
get it for you
Soon we will know
what Revenge is the name of the game
We keep killing,
even though everyone knows it
A storm will come
Luck has deserted us,
Slowly things are changing Leaf
It's just going back,
which no one expected
Bled dry, crushed by superior forces
Now they're bringing the war back to us
Soon we will know what revenge means
We keep killing even though everyone knows
A storm will come

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